While we were waiting in line for tickets from Senator Murray’s office, we talked to the family behind us in line. It was a woman, two sons old enough to have come to DC before on school trips, and two little girls. They were from South Carolina. When Phoebe and I talked about the celebrations we had heard about on election night, she told us that in her town, it was eerily quiet, deathly quiet. There were no celebrations, and no plans to celebrate.